There should be club ID cards. Friendlies and not so friendlies.
[That's his joking right back at her. It might fall a little flat though.]
I don't know. I've been in hiding since the class. Low profile guy. If they were there's nowhere to run here. [And that's the clincher. Sam, who he'd thought was a friend, told everyone how to kill him knowing what he was. And all friendships aside, it would have been one thing to give that information out in the real world where he stood a chance to run and hide. In here, he had nowhere to go.]